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If you do not challenge
the corrupt,

then commoners will rise.

Truro lacks an MP.

Sir Francis intends to put up
his own candidate

to challenge Falmouth's.

I regret I must decline.

He won?

Your stubbornness
will be your undoing.

Is it wrong to hope for love
in a marriage?

Does Mr. Whitworth's love
mean nothing at all?

Close your eyes and submit.

No, please.

I'm no Leonardo,
but you are surely Mona Lisa.

Since the day of her death,
he's been icy towards me.

What does he imagine?

That Valentine is not his child.

♪♪

Secret kisses.

How many other secrets
must there be between us?

You will never again speak

such vile suspicions
about your wife and child.

I swear it.

I believe I have every reason
for optimism.

What is it you believe?

♪ Do not ask me for a kiss ♪

♪ Life is short
but love is long ♪

In six months' time,
I will be completely blind.

Shall we grant ourselves
to each other?

Demelza?

No, Ross.

Ask me nothing.

♪♪

♪♪

What is love?

A possession to be hoarded?

Or a blessing to be given away?

Does she betray her love for you

by offering some to me?

♪♪

Can I not give him even
the smallest piece of my heart?

♪♪

Papa!

Papa!

♪♪

We saw you swim away.

No.

I'm still here.

And I.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

My right honorable friends.

I have to inform you
that it is my intention

to ask permission
of His Majesty the King

to call for an election.

Order!

♪♪

Where's the grain bound for?

Lisbon.

So there it is.

Pitt's dissolved Parliament.

And called an election.

In which I have every intention
of ousting your man here,

by putting forward my nephew.

I humbly invite you to try,
my Lord.

♪♪

♪♪

Lips to my lips, unfold.

Tale of our love is told.

Hallowed by sea and sand

Beauty was in my hand.

♪♪

My dear,

I hope the gifts I brought
from London found favor?

Valentine has not been used
to such kindness.

He welcomes the change.

It will continue.

So I would hope.

And were we ever to be blessed
with another child...

You have my word.

Things will be different.

I am now different.

♪♪

Oh, the prodigal returns!

Jago boy,

Come 'ere.

All right, Da.

What 'ee bin up to now, son?

Ah, the usual:
brawling, free trading?

Attacking customs officials?

Have you both heard?

Wheal Kitty's closed.

And Jane and Busy...

Well, since when?

Since half the banks in Truro
shut their doors.

Mines can't draw wages.

These are uncertain times.

Pitt's called an election.

If the Bank of England's
suspended its payments,

some local banks will do
the same.

But hopefully it's temporary.

And meantime?

How are we to eat?

Price of grain's off the scale.

And at Truro Quay today,

I see'd it being shipped away
to Lisbon.

Be that lawful?

Quite the reverse...

but many still sell
to the highest bidder.

Pretty song, that.
What it be?

Oh, it's...
it's just something I heard.

I can't recall where.

♪♪

There does appear to be
some slight improvement.

My uncle will be delighted.

He's asked me to stand at Truro
for the next election.

As second choice.

You know, he asked Ross first.

I seem to recall you saying that
politics was not to your taste.

Well, perhaps
my priorities have changed.

So you think
with the aid of spectacles,

I'll be able to see
to the other side of the House?

There have been members
who were not all-seeing.

♪♪

That one nearly got me!

♪♪

Whoa, that's a big one.

Jump!

Your worst nightmare?

Cold feet?

Shrieking children.

True.

And though some things
one can learn to tolerate...

cold feet is not one of them.

Children are no guarantee
of happiness.

As Ross will testify.

Ross?

I think we must go.

Demelza.

We must leave now,

or we will be late
for the service.

♪♪

Do you not think, wife,

that the time has come
for us to...

resume our conjugal bliss?

What bliss was that, Osborne?

This is willfulness... neglect.

So help me, a man has needs.

A wife has duties...

Which I fulfilled in every way,

till you saw fit
to debauch my sister.

I'm expected at Sawle.

Naturally you'll not wish
to attend.

Miss Agatha was kind to me.

I wish very much to attend.

♪♪

Friends, fellow servants of God,

we are gathered here today

at the behest
of Mistress Warleggan,

to honor the life
of Agatha Mary Poldark.

How fortunate
was that great lady

to have known in her lifetime
such esteem and devotion

and in death to be spared

the turmoil and strife
which now threaten us all.

War with France,

an election looming,

disorder and riot at every turn.

How blessed are they that have
passed through the Vale of Tears

and now lie down
in flowery fields

beside the Lamb of God.

- Praise be.
- Amen.

"Disorder and riot"?

Do we hear rumors of such
in Truro?

Nothing that won't be quelled

by a firm response
from our magistrates.

If the situation worsens,

you will of course not hesitate.

To read the Riot Act?

Ah... no, no.

Indeed... Elizabeth?

Your presence today
was appreciated.

I regret it took so long
to supply a headstone.

It was not for want
of affection for her.

At least not on your part.

♪♪

Shall we be going, wife?

♪♪

Captain Poldark,

I wonder, since we are so close
to Nampara,

whether my wife and I
might wait upon you today?

We'd be delighted
to receive you.

Would we not, Demelza?

Judas, I could crown Ross.
He could hardly refuse.

Sir Francis seemed most eager.

You don't understand.

My father and brothers
worked in his mines.

Now he'll be under my roof.

Do you suppose he'll send you
to eat in the scullery?

I think I'd prefer it!

Prudie!

Oh, Prudie make haste!

Oh, Judas clear the table!

Sir Francis Basset
is coming to tea!

What do we have?

Cakes? Tarts? Jellies?

♪♪

Has there been any
disturbance hereabouts?

We passed people
on the road to Truro.

My dear, the vulgars
are full of sound and fury,

but believe me,

they would not dare
take things further.

♪♪

"My beloved Demelza,

"this poem must suffice
to reside next to your heart,

where I most long to be."

Brave of you to venture
into enemy territory, my Lord.

Given that George Warleggan
is your man.

He's shortly to be challenged
by a new candidate.

Falmouth's nephew?

Armitage?

I'd not heard.

Oh, sir!

We bain't quite ready.

Mistress is above...
No need to go up.

She'll be down directly.

Sir.

"Lips to my lips unfold,
tale of our love is told..."

Today has been all I could wish.

"Hallowed by sea and sand."

I beg you.

Never speak of this again.

"Beauty is in my hand."

Demelza!

Our guests have arrived.

♪♪

Where they goin'?

Truro Quay.

See for theyselves
if what I say is true.

Corn snatched
from the mouths of our babes.

And sent to feed
Portuguese dandies.

And if it's true, then what?

You'll not turn back the tide.

Someone should.

Jago!

Jago!

Curse the lad!

There never was no argifyin'
with him!

I'll go.
I've longer legs.

Fear not.

We'll fetch him home again.

♪♪

Jago!

Come away, brother.

'Tis a fool's errand.

No one asked 'ee
to come along of I!

Go home if ye choose!

♪♪

My Lord de Dunstanville,

is life much altered

by your elevation
to the peerage?

Oh, not in the least.

My dogs are as lazy
and my daughter as willful.

And will you now be less
embroiled

in more mundane matters
of state?

Alas, no.

I fear I'll be called upon
all the more

to pronounce judgment
and enforce order.

Particularly

in these unruly times.

There she be!

And that's the grain!

When merchants flout the law
and send grain abroad

while people at home starve?

Who will enforce that order?

Those in governance
can feel strongly about it.

No!

Please, stop!

I believe there are men of honor
and conviction, my Lord...

if one did know where to look.

When one does,

one often finds such men
reluctant to step up.

For now, regrettably,
the moment has passed.

When other candidates serve
not so much the borough

but their own end.

And Falmouth has a new man
to challenge George.

His nephew.

He's accepted the nomination?

He's a good man.

And Westminster has need
of good men.

If he wins.

But against the combined forces
of Basset and Warleggan,

that seems unlikely.

♪♪

This feud between the Poldarks

and Warleggans,

it should be buried,

especially in a time of war,

when we have a common enemy
to fight.

You tell Captain Poldark,
will you?

If you will tell Mr. Warleggan.

Ah.

And what of your own feud?

Oh God, mine?

With Lord Falmouth?

Is it not a pity

that you cannot agree
on a candidate

instead of fighting each other
for the seat?

For then we might both
throw our weight

behind a handsome
and poetic young war hero?

You think him
a fitting substitute?

For the man I first favored?

In every way but one, my Lord.

My husband does not
write poetry.

Jago Martin did murder
a merchant

with his own bare hands.

And the Carne brothers with him?

I seen 'em all three together.

Amongst 2,000 filthy rioters.

2,000 miners descended on Truro?

2,000?

An exaggeration, surely?

Apparently it was too dangerous

to even attempt to read
the Riot Act.

I must return to Tehidy at once.

All landowners and squires
will be summoned immediately,

yourselves included.
To what end?

Immediate reestablishment
of law and order.

May I ask who sent the note?

The Honorable Member for Truro.

I've had men stationed
at all the gates.

With the mood in town,
one cannot be too careful.

I'm thinking particularly

of your peace of mind, my dear.

Especially now
if we're considering

an addition to the family.

And Valentine would hardly wish
to see his father's head

paraded on a spike
round Truro Quay.

Gentlemen, events today
on Truro Quay

leave us no choice but to act
swiftly and decisively.

I hope I may rely on you all

in rounding up the offenders

to prevent any thought
of reoccurrence.

Sir John, may I ask you to take
the Village of St. Anne's,

e following persons...

My Lord, are there any
from Sawle

among the accused?

There are.

Dr. Enys and I
will arrest them.

Mr. Stackhouse,

the village of Poole.

Oh.

♪♪

There was a riot today

on Truro Quay.

Charges relating to it

are as follows:

theft,

violent affray,

common assault, murder.

Murder?

One Samuel Phillips,
a corn merchant.

There were witnesses.

If I call out your name,

you will kindly step forward

before you are taken
to Truro Jail.

Can 'ee not let 'em go?

It's not in my power to do so.

Believe me,

you'd sooner deal with Ross

than the thugs
who'll be breaking down doors

- from here to Truro.
- You have my word,

I will do all in my power

to see you are fairly
dealt with.

All in your power?

What power's that?

The names are as follows:

John Hoskin,

Peter Hoskin,

Jago Martin,

Samuel Carne, Drake Carne.

We never did nothing.

Brother, swear to God,

we never stole,
we never made assault...

If you are innocent,
you have nothing to fear.

I will vouch for you
in court tomorrow

Say naught of this to sister.

How can I keep it from her?

You swear?

They who be innocent
shall be free?

Yes.

And it profit her naught

to know we're arrested

when tomorrow
we'll be free again.

♪♪

♪♪

Was it very bad?

Yes.

No, I must go out again.

There were arrests.

Men are due in court at midday.

What can I do?

Lie with me awhile.

♪♪

I must go.

Keep home today.

There's unrest in the villages.

I would have you safe.

My dear, I'm just leaving
for the court.

Is not the trial at midday?

Oh, I ordered it
to be brought forward.

Best to have such matters
resolved early in the day.

Could it be true?

Sam and Drake claim
they're innocent.

Jago throttled a corn merchant

but swears he left him alive.

But all three were accused
by several witnesses.

Reliable witnesses?

Those in the pay of the
Honorable Member for Truro.

You think George
is behind the charges?

To Drake, Sam, and Jago?

Without question.

Such a man
is our member of Parliament.

Until Hugh defeats him
at the election.

In truth,
I think Hugh a good man.

A pity we'll see so little
of him

if he goes to Westminster.

He'll be absent from Cornwall
for most of the year.

♪♪

Heh.

Where is everyone?

Cap'n Ross, Dr. Enys,
and the rest?

Cap'n Ross did say he'd be here.

Mr. Ross gone to Truro?

No peace for the wicked.

I think maybe
he's not that wicked.

Indeed, I dearly wish...

I never tell'd ye
what I saw that day

at Sawle church.

Prudie...

It 'twas not on that account
that I...

That Hugh and I...

Indeed, I can scarce account
for what happened at all.

All I know is,

a handsome young poet
beguiled me

and I him.

And we shared...

a moment...

then parted.

And that's the end of it.

Prisoners,

the court will now move
to place sentencing upon you.

You who stand here today,
guilty of riotous assembly,

know that the full rigor
of the law

must be applied.

They've already been tried?

And would surely be so

were it not for the plea
made on your behalf

by my Lord de Dunstanville.

It would appear so.

George mush have arranged
for the hearing

to be brought forward.

In consideration of which,

you will forthwith be released.

You who have been found guilty
of more serious crimes

can expect no such mercy.

Examples must be set,

a clear message sent out

so that others considering a
repeat of these transgressions

may know what lies
in store for them.

Matthew Penhale,

Mark Pinner, John Hoskin...

You are sentenced

to seven years' transportation.

Jago Martin, Samuel Carne,
Drake Carne.

You will be taken
from this court to prison...

and thence to a place
of execution,

where you will be hanged
from the neck

until you be dead.

Get back!

Ross!

Come away.

Ross.

Divine justice has spoken.

Following the riots
of last night,

three miserable souls will hang.

I pity them.

Do not.

They are criminals

of the vilest kind.

I shall urge them to repent
as they mount the scaffold,

but since they are Methodists...

Methodists?

Do you know their names?

Nor do I wish to.

It's bad enough I must pray

for their souls.

♪♪

Lips to my lips unfold,

tale of our love is told,

hallowed by sea and sand...

♪♪

Since his mother died,
he turned wild

and would never mind me.

I know.

Courage, brother.

Will you humor me?

Go to Nampara
and swear Prudie to silence.

Invite Demelza to dinner

and keep her by any means
from hearing this.

For how long?

Till I send word.

Is something amiss?

A slight headache, Uncle.

I think I may have caught
a chill.

Shall I send

for Dr. Choake?
No need.

I've invited Dr. Enys
and his wife to visit tomorrow.

A social call,

but if the headache persists,
I will ask his advice.

Clearly there are many matters
requiring our attention

beyond the arrangements
for your return to Parliament.

Ah, Captain Poldark,

I am informed you wish to see me
on a matter of urgency.

Ross!

We were discussing arrangements
for the coming election.

Pitt hopes
to strengthen his hand

against those who oppose him.

But his handling of the war and
the current financial crisis

leaves his position

in serious doubt.

And what of his bill
to help the poor?

Pensions for the old,
parish loans?

Well-meant
but utterly impractical...

And opposed
by most men in authority,

particularly those versed
in law.

Perhaps they were not
sufficiently versed

- in compassion.
- And had you entered parliament

you might have argued
passionately

in favor of that bill.

I think the primary objective

of Parliament now
is to win the war.

I would have thought

the sure way of doing that

was to prevent disaffection
at home.

We have our own ways
of doing that.

As the men sentenced to hang
will shortly attest.

There was nothing more
to be done for them.

- The evidence against them was...
- Largely manufactured.

And in the case of my
brothers-in-law, entirely so.

Now, they were part of a riot.

They were present
when crimes were committed.

The act of one
is the act of all.

You, of all people,
should know that.

You surely see
that an example must be made.

The harsher the lesson,
the greater the deterrent.

We are talking
about men's lives!

Sometimes a man's life
is what is required,

in order to deter others
from following in his footsteps.

Many a man has been reprieved
at the foot of the scaffold.

We both know who has the power
to make it so.

♪♪

From Hugh.

Will I attend on him
at Tregothnan tomorrow?

Is he unwell?

He says

he wants to reassure his uncle

that he's fit to stand
for Parliament.

And urges Caroline
and you and Ross to join me.

Oh.

♪♪

Will he bring sister,
do 'ee think?

For her sake, let him not.

The Mistress be back,
she be indoors.

Does she suspect?

Ross!

What happened in court?

Some were treated fairly,
others harshly.

What's in the letter?

It's from Hugh.

Inviting us
to Tregothnan tomorrow.

Along with Dwight and Caroline.

His letter speaks of a fever...

Of headaches and the like.

I think... I think it would be
a kindness to visit.

A kindness, yes.

Do you think there's room

in a woman's heart for two men?

Or two women in a man's?

No husband minds his wife

being the one
that other men desire.

But...

no man wants his wife

to be the one
that other men possess.

No, Ross.

So tomorrow...

I have further business
regarding the arrests in Truro,

but you?

You'll go to Tregothnan?

If you think I should.

I do.

♪♪

♪♪

Drake.

How many... should we count them?

She have a right to know.

She'd wish to be there.

Have you ever been at a hanging?

No.

Well, the spectacle is hideous.

I would at least spare her
the horror of witnessing it.

A visit to Tregothnan
will keep her occupied.

But if they hang,
and she not there?

It will destroy her.

And she'll never forgive me.

♪♪

Still...

it's the lesser of two evils.

I take it you won't be joining
me at the execution?

Who is to hang?
Did you tell me their names?

No matter,
I think I'll stay here

and prepare for our return
to London.

Oh!

Then...

you, you will after all
be accompanying me?

Of late,
I'd assumed you'd remain here.

I'd thought so too.

But on reflection,

I think it beneficial
if we are not so much apart.

♪♪

Welcome.

Do come in.

Shall we adjourn briefly?

Yes. Thank you.

♪♪

This nomination...

are you quite certain
you feel strong enough?

Why would you doubt it?

Your time in France...

It will have taken its toll.

The conditions
which you and I endured,

there will always be a fragility

that was not there before.

In what regard?

You may be prone
to febrile conditions,

palpitations, headaches.

Have you experienced
any of these?

Not that I can recall.

Possibly the odd headache.

♪ And am I only born to die ♪

♪ And must I suddenly comply ♪

♪ With nature's stern decree ♪

Would you wish to be so close?

I'm here, Ross.

I was there at his beginning,

I must be there at his end.

Ladies... oh, please!

Dr. Enys,

I trust you'll have my nephew

in perfect health
by the election?

I need a vigorous
young candidate

- to oust Basset's man.
- Perfect health

is difficult for any to attain,

and I don't think Hugh
is likely to achieve it.

However, I hope second-best

will be sufficient
for the electors of Truro.

Imagine if Hugh
did attain the seat.

I've attained so much already...

For which I am
eternally grateful.

My Lord, I...

I wonder,
would you consider a truce

with Sir Francis...

With my Lord de Dunstanville?

A truce?

So that you need not fight each
other over the Truro seat

but unite to find
a new candidate

who'd have
the people's interests at heart.

Well, that would make
perfect sense.

Yeah, but for one fact:

the arrogant young peer
would certainly not compromise.

I think... that is,

I believe he might, my Lord.

Indeed, he lately said so to me.

You ladies are
so easily played upon.

I recollect it was Basset
who enabled Warleggan's entry

to the House in the first place.

When you've been in the world

as long as I,

you know a conniving rogue
when you see one.

Samuel Carne, Drake Carne,

you have been found guilty
of violent assault

and of stealing goods
above the value of 40 shillings.

Jago Martin,

you have been found guilty

of the murder
of Samuel Phillips,

corn merchant.

Have you anything to say

before your sentence
is carried out?

♪♪

Friends...

beloved family.

Know that if I've wronged you
in this life,

I now beg forgiveness.

Know too that
though I did lay hands

on Samuel Phillips,
I never left him dead.

And know, finally,
that these two men

did naught but come along of I
to fetch me home.

Though I be part guilty,

these be wholly innocent.

As God is my witness,

I swear it.

♪♪

Have mercy!

♪♪

One moment!

One moment!

My Lords...

when we send a man
to meet his Maker,

we must be very certain...

Not only of his guilt

but of our motives in doing so.

Is our aim to see justice done,

or is it to terrify people
into submission?

This man has no authority here.

He has no right to...
Let him speak.

My Lords, I admit,

these are difficult times

to be merciful.

When authority is challenged,

our impulse is to reassert it

in the sternest way possible.

But consider,

here we face conditions harsher

than we have ever known.

Grain is shipped abroad
while ordinary people starve.

These men have no grievance
against authority

but against the merchants
who grow fat on trade

while people die.

Yes.

To show mercy now

would not be a sign of weakness.

A signal

that justice...

real justice had been served

would be a reprieve.

Reprieve!
Reprieve!

♪♪

So Ross could not come?

He had business in town.

I think 'tis better
if we do not meet at all now.

Do I disquiet you so?

I think we disquiet each other.

Demelza, I must tell you...

Yes?

There were three further lines
to my poem.

What were they?

"And if this day be all

"Proud is my heart's recall

Proud is my funeral pall."

What do they mean?

That if I cannot love you again,

it will be the death of me.

Reprieve!

♪♪

The court in its mercy
grants reprieve

to Samuel Carne and Drake Carne.

Jago Martin will hang.

My Lord!

No!

No!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Did you want something, Osborne?

No, no.

Nothing at all.

♪♪

Ah, I grow weary
of this provincial backwater.

All the more reason

to celebrate our imminent return
to London,

following your re-election.

Quite right, my dear.

A new era is beginning.

And we will take full advantage
of it.

You once did lose a child.

Julia.

So 'ee do know.

Yes.

I know.

♪♪

I had your note.

Life is cheap.

But as Basset himself said,
if it deters others

from like resistance.

Which apparently it has...

Perhaps it was not in vain.

Tell that to Zacky.

And what of your own resistance?

To public office.

What of it?

I'd say Basset taught you
a valuable lesson.

To effect genuine change...

I must sell my soul
and become a politician?

Well, the nomination
has gone elsewhere.

Armitage will oppose George
in the next election.

He will.

If he's well enough.

♪♪

You said he is.

I may not have been
entirely truthful.

♪♪

- You really think
- Hugh's fit to stand?

His eyesight's improved.

But... there were other,
less encouraging signs...

Excess of nervous energy,

something feverish
in his demeanor.

Were that all,

I'd say there was no cause
for concern.

But if the fever is symptomatic
of some other condition,

along with the headaches...

Strange, though.

I thought him
so much more robust than I.

Yet now he ails,
and I grow stronger.

Strong enough to consider
an addition to our household?

Do you mean...?

♪♪

My dear, can your election
plans wait for another night?

Perhaps you could attend
to your wife?

Or must she attend to you?

Ross!

I thought maybe you'd stay
in Truro...
Demelza,

I must tell you...
There was a hanging.

Dear God.

Three sentenced, two reprieved.

Who was it?

♪♪

♪♪

How was Hugh?

He seemed a little... fragile.

But still in love with you?

I think so.

And you?

I'm grieved for him,
that his health is so uncertain.

They say pity is akin to love.

I don't think
it's pity he wants.

I'd say it's the last thing
a man wants.

Or a woman.

Did you pity me
when you left me for Elizabeth?

I never left you.

It seemed to me like you did.

That night...

And the day you met her
at the church?

I never told you at the time

because I didn't trust myself
to find the words.

To say you still loved her?
No.

The reverse.

I loved her once,
as well you know.

And there's a part of me

that will always think of her
with affection.

But...

I realized that day
that she never was

and never could be
what you are to me.

Indispensable.

Irreplaceable.

You tell me this now because...?

I think perhaps
I've taken you for granted.

Assumed you knew
what to me was obvious...

That you are
the better part of me.

I think perhaps I've been
guilty of the same.

Oh, Ross.

How can it be that
two people who love so much...

Understand so little?

Is it now too late?

I hope not.

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